Words of a Curious Onlooker & Hopeless Romantic.
Samir was everyone's favorite in the school. Friends loved him, teachers adored him. Why wouldn't they? He was kind, compassionate even though he didn't realize their meaning in the literal sense. He did his homework on time, never missed classes, did well in tests. Not like topped the class, but always in the top 10.... Continue Reading →
He checks his watch frantically inside the cab. Her train is scheduled to arrive in the next half n hour. The red signals at the traffic don't help his anxiety either. He made it to the station just on time to find the train was running late. Tired and hungry after the day's work, he... Continue Reading →
Soothing music playing, windows rolled up, the mild ac spreading the fragrance of the freshener fitted in the dashboard, and the car cruised on the seemingly endless road with trees lining both sides of the road. A perfect romantic setting. He laughed at her joke as he changed the gears. They both knew things would... Continue Reading →
She was his crush. He was too shy to walk up to her and have a talk. It first started when he caught glimpses of her in between classes. Soon, it had translated into occasional eye contacts between them which then evolved to exchanging smiles. But talking to her was something different. He still didn’t... Continue Reading →
Another punch lands on his face. This wasn’t the first; wasn’t going to be the last as well. The power in the punch made his body to rock on one side. Such was the ferocity that shock waves could be seen on his face if viewed in super slow motion. Then came the knockout punch... Continue Reading →
Collection of all my picture quotes..
He hated train journeys. Especially the night trains. The constant side jerks would not let him sleep. Then the tussle with the white sheets. Cover yourself with it and you wake up with perspiration on your neck after some time. Don't cover yourself and you wake up with a not so normal nose and throat.... Continue Reading →
It was still dawn when I stepped out of the cab and walked towards the entry gate of the Delhi airport. The early morning February air was pleasantly cold. I was travelling to Bengaluru to attend a college friend's wedding. It had been four years since we graduated from the same college. This wedding was also going... Continue Reading →
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